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From: pwh@bradley.bradley.edu (Pete Hartman)
Subject: Re: REQ: Two Hangmen
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Date: Wed, 21 Oct 92 16:30:09 GMT
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In  jkirby@ub.d.umn.edu (/kur'- bee/) writes:
>Not sure who does this song but I believe his name is Christopher
>Something-or-the-other.

The original is by Mason Proffitt, a 60's country-rock kinda band.

The chords are the same for all the verses, so I only show them for the
first one.  I'm not certain what the chords are for the Outtro.


The lyrics, from the sleeve:

   D                            A
As I rode in to Tombstone on my horse his name was Mac
  C                                 G
I saw what I'll relate to you goin' on behind my back
   F#                                 G
It seems the folks were up in arms, a man now had to die
      A
For believin' things that didn't fit the laws they set aside


The man's name was "I'm a Freak", the best that I could see
He was the executioner, a hangman just like me
I guess that he'd seen loopholes from workin' with his rope
He'd hung the wrong man many times, so now he turned to hope

He talked to all the people from his scaffold in the square
He told them of the things he found, but they didn't seem to care
He said the laws were obsolete, a change they should demand
But the people only walked away, he couldn't understand

The marshall's name was "Uncle Sam", he said he'd right this wrong
He'd make the hangman shut his mouth if it took him all year long
He finally arrested Freak and then he sent for me
To hang a fellow hangman from a fellow hangman's tree

It didn't take them long to try him in their court of law
He was guilty then of thinkin', a crime much worse than all
They sentenced him to die, so his seed of thought can't spread
And infect the little children, that's what the law had said

So the hangin' day came round, and he walked up to the noose
I pulled the lever but before he fell, I cut him loose
They called it all conspiracy, and then I had to die
So to close our mouths and kill our minds, they hung us side by side



And now we're too hangmen hangin' from a tree
That don't bother me at all  (repeat ad nauseum)
--
Pete Hartman		       Bradley University	pwh@bradley.bradley.edu
      No one in the world ever gets what they want, and that is beautiful
            Everbody dies frustrated and sad, and that is beautiful